I used to pretend, locked up in my bedroom,
But now you go and change the words
Backspacing every happy phrase;
It’s all askew, it all feels wrong,
This isn’t how I imagined it.
Yet reality is no pretty thing
It’s far messier, I know;
So I’ll brush back the useless wishing –
Step into the imperfection,
The plaids and stripes and polka dots,
The clashing types that never get along…
Forget about perfection,
And accept that crooked smile –
At last, at last. Please stop pretending.
~ Ilana Reimer